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Shimmering winds softly speak |
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what we find, what we seek |
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faith in magic, belief in trust |
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shows what's fair, what's unjust. |
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A month, a day, maybe a year |
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or maybe upon an autumn tear |
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we'll find the moon, and the sun |
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and be immortal, and be one. |
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We are immortal |
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faithful fateful |
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We are final |
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We are one |
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Leaves fly away |
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Sinful to stay |
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But we need them not |
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for we won't leave this spot |
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Drift away into the sun |
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with thoughts of none |
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Fade away |
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as we stay |
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One. |
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A month, a day, maybe a year |
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or maybe upon an autumn tear |
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we'll find the moon, and the sun |
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and be immortal, |
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and be one. |
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We are immortal |
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Faithful fateful |
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We are final |
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We are one |
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We are one |
